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Thursday, January 27, 2011

One of Brooklyn's favorite things to do is play with my make-up. Sometimes she gets really brave and gets into Lexi's play make-up. For some reason, she never gets stupid brave enough to touch Savannah's make-up though.

Yesterday evening, she asked me, "Can I put on some make-up, Mama?"

"Sure, Oat," I replied, thinking she was going to put on the lipgloss that I'd designated as hers. It used to be mine, but after I'd seen her smearing it on the walls and sink in the bathroom, I bequeathed it to her.

She disappeared into her room while I made dinner.

A few minutes later, she pounced into the kitchen.

"Ohhh, well, look at... you," I remarked. "You're a cat, huh?"

"No, Mom! I'm a spy! I'm Agent Cat!"

"Well, of course you are. But before you slink off to fight crime, come sit down and have some dinner."

hehehe...at least you offered her food. When my six year old declared that she was a "pet," I told her that meant that she had to live outside. She quickly abandoned being a pet and returned to queen status.

I always think it's hysterical when little kids look at us with that expression that can only be described as "incredulous." Their little brains simply cannot comprehend our stupidity at forgetting that, in my case, Pandy the PillowPet, is the one I'm supposed to be talking to.

You also don't want her to be Agent Bird around statues and newly washed cars. You are good with words but I'd like to see you talk your way out of that one. There are just times when humor is NOT the best approach.

I love Brooklyn! Growing up, I was a cat too. Really. If you had met me, I would have pulled my "paws" up to my chest and told you a great, big MEOW - and this was 3rd grade! Incidentally, 3rd grade was also the year the principal had to chat with me about why it was wrong to force my friend to eat grass, even though cats do it all the time.Ahh, memories ;)